"Hilliard Turner. There—"
"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble. Understand?"
"Officer, I only bought some books—I mean magazines."
"These?" the second man, Carl, asked. He had retrieved them from the back seat. "Look here, Sarge. They look pretty dirty."
Sarge took up the Sky Fighters with the girl in the elastic flying suit. "Filth," he said.
"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner."
"Those aren't pornography and they are my property!"
I reached for them and Carl pulled them back, grinning. "You don't want to read these. They aren't good for you. We're confiscating them."
"Look here, I'm a citizen! You can't—"
Carl shoved me back a little. "Can't we?"